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Post by samwinchester on May 26, 2011 20:22:50 GMT -5
South Florida was home to many things, though this morning Sam arrived into town to investigate a whole bunch of disappearances and plus he was kind of driving a stolen car as well something that Dean would probably find a bit funny as well. “And she lives at 45 Solace Street? Ok thanks for that.” Sam said as he hanged up his mobile, now he had the address on the wife. The husband William had disappeared on a plane trip just above Florida and Sam then found out an entire bus vanished from sight so he wanted to find out what they were dealing with.
Sam left a couple of messages to Bobby to see if he had anymore leads on what they were facing. Sam believed that this might be a spirit but he had been wrong before on many times but he didn’t wanted to admit that of course. Sam turned the into a street and then into another one. Sam had got lost a couple of times before he actually find the way he was going, yeah he would tell Dean that he got lost, he wouldn’t hear the end of it at all. Sam looked around when he entered Solace Street.
Sam quickly found the house that he was looking for, it wasn’t hard to miss all he had to do was look at the police cars surrounding the place. Sam was dressed in a suit with a tie to look the part. “Special Agent Thomas Wilson, here to talk to Mrs. Matthews.” Sam asked the nearest police officer. “You guys back again? Rachael Matthews died this morning. Her sister Victoria is over there.” The police officer explained. “Thanks.” Sam replied back as he walked over towards the female.
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Post by raquelreynolds on May 26, 2011 20:59:49 GMT -5
Hunts that took place in any of the southern states were always pleasant in Raquel Reynold's opinion. The weather was always delightful, and the food was worth giving up a pinky finger for. However, the part where she was there for a hunt was kind of a turn off for the huntress. Lord knew that she'd give anything and everything she had to just be able to enjoy a day at the beach, sipping at a tall glass of homemade lemonade. But of course, being a person with shitty luck, there wouldn't have been the slightest chance in the world that Rocky could be heading to her home state for a reason besides it being the place where a hunt took place.
Rocky remembered surfing the web for any sign of a hunt less than a week ago, and stumbled a couple of stories that seemed to fit the supernatural profile: a bus full of people disappearing, and a man never returned home from a plane trip north of the state. The majority of the time, when the word "disappeared" popped up, it was a guaranteed hunt. However, this particular one had a twist, one that wasn't found out until Rocky had already showed up at Mr. Matthew's house to ask his wife some question. She posted as in FBI agent, and was dressed in a pair of black dress pants, and a matching three-quarter sleeved shirt. It turned out that the plan the husband was on crashed about three hundred miles west for the destination. The game had changed.
Now, the huntress was willing to bet that something similar happened to the bus, and found out something even more strange when she showed up ten minutes ago at the house posing as Agent Russo. The wife had died earlier in the morning, apparently she was rushing down the stairs of her house, slipped and fell off the banister, and got impaled by some tall and pointy piece of "art" that was now part of a crime scene. The body had already been moved, and Rocky made a mental note that she'd have to head down to the morgue, and take a look at it. Her EMF detector would be the key tool that she needed.
"And you say that your sister wouldn't have just jumped? You say that she called you saying she felt like someone was in the house with her?" Miss Reynolds sat on the couch in the living room with the sister of the newest victim, doing her job. Hearing a set of footsteps, Rocky looked up to find a man, an agent, actually, dressed in all black, hair slicked back had entered the room. Her jaw set tightly as she tried to hide her annoyance. All she wanted to do was get her information, and get out. "I'll be right back..." she said softly and gently as she stood up from her seat, walking over to the man. "Agent..." She didn't wait for the man say his name, and nodded towards a side room where they could get some privacy to have a quick chat in privacy. "May I please have a word with you?" She had to convince him that she had things under control, and he was no longer needed.
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Post by samwinchester on May 30, 2011 5:20:36 GMT -5
Sam had been looking over the inside of the house and then he would go speak with the sister, he wanted to find out everything about the place before he spoke to her. He pretended to be searching for something in his jacket pocket but really Sam was checking out the EMF detector just so he could know exactly what he was dealing with. Sam of course knew that if he was having troubles with this hunt his brother was only a call away. However they had decided for now that the two should separate so Cas wouldn’t be able to find them easily.
Sam moved towards the sister for a moment but he stopped when he noticed someone else was speaking to her and the way the woman was dressed she looked like the government type he only hopped that he could speak to the sister without having to involve Bobby at all, well we’ll see what happened next Sam thought to himself as he approached the two. Sam looked at the female agent with a confused look on his face. “Yes Agent?” Sam was trying to figure out her name. “I’m Agent Wilson.” Sam explained to the woman hoping she would allow Sam to speak to the sister.
When the woman asked to have a work with him Sam thought that he just might have been found out that he wasn’t a real FBI agent. Had a police officer called this one in and informed this woman already? Sam would probably know the answer to his question soon enough as he followed the woman to the next room away from anyone that might want to hear the conversation. “Is there a problem Agent?" Sam asked her. Why did this woman look so familiar to him though? Sam quickly put his EMF away so the woman wouldn’t be able to find him carrying a strange device.
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